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1. Read Vignettes and Think.
2. Appropriate, expand, contract, manipulate, edit, re-write or make them into art.
3. Send the results via e-mail to ericaleller@gmail.com.
4. Your collaboration will get posted on the blog and you will be notified via e-mail.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Vignette 28

Thankfully, the clouds rolled in. The sky turned silver. The grass felt cool. The worms rose to where the eye can see. The slight caress of electricity crossed over the hairs of our arms and all of the dogs in the neighborhood began to bark. If this change hadn't happened so noticeably, I would not have found myself lying in your arms, wrapped in a blanket, wondering what the next day would bring, with a hint of fear in my eyes. You did not even know my name, Wyeth.
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  1. jackdarrowMarch 28, 2011 at 8:46 AM

    The clouds they do roll by.
    They crush an eggshell blue
    in tempura's wake, a path of silver
    squandered as gray.
    Careless masons
    render the sky in wattle and daub.
    My man, Andrew, did it right,
    sorting out the shades
    with a fine-toothed comb.

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